Page 135 of The Trust We Broke
“You coming to bed?” she says, stealing the shirt I just took off and slipping it over her shoulders. “Or are you just gonna stand there looking like a model on a lumberjack calendar?”
I smirk, finishing off the buttons on my jeans. “You like the lumberjack look, and you know it. Remember that time you jumped me while I was taking a break from cutting up all that wood our first Christmas as a couple?”
The way her cheeks heat as she climbs onto the bed tells me she does. “I can’t be held responsible for that. There was something about the way you swung that axe.”
She shivers, playfully, as she takes to her knees by the edge of the bed. My shirt shifts so that one of her breasts is on display again.
Last night, we just held on to each other as we processed everything that happened. But tonight, I get the sense this woman wants me as much as I want her.
When I’m naked, I move to her. She reaches for me, hands on my hips as she tugs me to her. The semi I’m sporting turns to a full-blown hard-on as she reaches for it and strokes me gently.
“How did I ever live without you?” she asks.
I run my hand over her hair. “Don’t know, but you’re never going to have to again. You’re staying here in Colorado, right? Not going back to New York?”
“I am. Might take a while to build my practice, though.” She leans up and presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat.
“I can financially cover us both. Forever, if you want.”
“I love you, Zach.”
I still, for a second. Hearing those words from her will never get old.
Tenderly, I kiss her forehead. “I love you too, Luce.”
Still stroking my cock, which is now aching for her, she looks up at me. “Maybe I should start my law practice under the name Lucy Williams. You know, to differentiate myself from my father when his law firm implodes.”
I almost choke. “Are you proposing to me?”
She looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “No. It was more of an out-loud thought you might want to pay attention to.”
Fuck, my life has never felt better. “Noted.”
When I marry her this time around, I want it to be in front of my brothers and my mom. I want to take her to see Dad. I want it all.
This afternoon, she grabbed coffee with my mom. While I know Lucy intended to apologize for the results of her actions, neither of them would tell me what was said. But the way they hugged each other when Mom left says it was a good conversation.
Lucy presses kisses to my pec, my rib, my waist, and my groin. But I hold my breath when I see her open her lips and lick the bead of pre-cum from my cock.
When she moves away, it stretches like a spiderweb, joining the two of us, and it’s hot as fuck.
She twirls her tongue around it as she moves over me again, sucking me deep.
I place my hands on her head, not forcing her to be still, but more because I just want to touch her while she takes me to the back of her throat.
While I love a good deep throat, and no one could ever quite do it like Lucy, that’s not what I need, right now.
For reasons I can’t explain, I want something soft between us. Something loving. Comforting. Something to ease us in to sleep.
I fist the base of my cock to stop her from taking it too deep. Then, I stroke the side of her cheek.
She smiles around me, like the little love bug she is, before running her tongue along the thick vein. Dressed in my open shirt and her pink socks, she looks cute as a fucking button.
LucyfuckingWilliams.
I better get looking for a new ring so I can marry her before Christmas. Love the idea of starting next year with my wife.
I reach for her, lifting her into my arms before laying her down on the bed. She places her hand over her mouth to stifle the squeal and giggle.
